Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1719

Chapter 1719: Zenon

’What the—’

Atticus appeared beside him almost instantly while Ozeroth and the others rushed over as well. He reached toward Whisker, but the Span’s voice stopped him.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you."

Atticus turned sharply toward him, his eyes narrowing.

"What are you talking about?"

"He’s undergoing a clash." the Span said without the slightest trace of concern. "He borrows another’s Will. The owner of that Will is currently attempting to impose control over him while he resists. Hence the clash."

Atticus frowned.

Borrowed Will... the Nature King.

’The Nature King is trying to control him through his Will.’ Atticus realized grimly.

If that was the case, then Whisker had likely been resisting the influence of the Nature King this entire time, and it had only grown worse now that they occupied the same plane.

’Why didn’t he say anything?’

Atticus hadn’t known such a thing was possible, meaning he never anticipated a situation like this.

"I suggest you kill him."

Atticus’ expression darkened instantly.

Not just his. Ozeroth, Ozerra, Anorah... Whisker was beloved by nearly everyone present. Every single one of them stared at the Span with cold eyes, as though daring him to make a move.

The Span merely shrugged.

"It’s sound advice, unpleasant as it may be." he said calmly. "He’s going to lose. No matter how hard one struggles, no borrowed Will can triumph over its source."

The air around Atticus trembled violently as crimson intent seeped out. His voice turned icy.

"We’re not killing him."

The Span held his gaze for a brief moment before shrugging once more.

"Suit yourself." he said as faint light began gathering around his body. "I assume our business here is concluded, then? Farewell."

As the Span vanished, Atticus turned his darkened gaze back toward Whisker.

He was still convulsing across the ground while Ozeroth struggled to hold him down. A faint green glow leaked from Whisker’s body, his complexion having already turned deathly pale.

"Atticus."

Anorah exchanged a grim look with him, causing Atticus to sigh inwardly. He immediately understood what she meant.

Whisker was currently clashing against the Nature King. Even if the latter hadn’t seized control yet, tracing their location would still be easy.

Back in Eldoralth, Atticus had been able to sense every trace of his own Will across the world. There was no reason the Nature King couldn’t do the same here.

’We have to resolve this now.’

Even if they fled, they would eventually be discovered regardless.

Atticus exhaled slowly before reaching toward Solvath’s power within himself. He stretched out a hand as dim light gradually gathered around it.

Then another glow suddenly drew his attention.

Anorah’s sword... the one strapped across her back... had begun shining brilliantly.

Anorah stared at it with widened eyes.

"It’s reacting... then—!"

A monstrous wave of bloodlust suddenly flooded the forest.

Atticus stepped forward instantly, crimson Will erupting around him as his eyes locked onto the figure hovering high in the sky.

"Who are you?"

The man wore flowing purple robes that billowed softly in the wind. He was completely hairless, no brows, no beard, not even a strand atop his head.

No aura leaked from him, yet his very presence carried a profound depth, as though he existed in perfect harmony with the world.

Atticus suddenly felt something within him roar violently.

’Solvath.’

His gaze darkened immediately. He glanced toward Anorah, Thora, and Tia, all of whom wore similarly grim expressions.

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